Even Rocky had a montage...

After months of waiting I found out my enrollment appointment date for school! Yay! This means I can work out my schedule and figure out what classes I want. I always loved this period right before classes start, where I can be optimistic and hopeful. I picture myself in a montage of studying, walking to class, engaging in intellectual debates with classmates, sitting at a computer writing a paper and getting that paper back with an A+. I imagine all I'll learn and how my mind will expand.

I never imagine how I'll procrastinate and end up staying up all night writing a ten page paper and drink so much coffee that I'll eventually start hallucinating that I’m being buried alive. Or how boring my teachers will be and how most of the information won't be that important or useful. Or how most of my classmates will be in their early twenties and would rather talk about Paris Hilton than Psychology.

That's the problem with getting older; it's much harder to delude yourself. Not impossible, but harder.